TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 168

I'm sorry for the delayed chapters. I was busy anyhow here its is :) enjoy..

Who will She choose!! So excited with the ending

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Chapter 168: A Childish Wang Hong

Chen Rong languidly leaned over and rested her face on his.

She did not offer him comfort, nor could she really, as she felt the warmth of his face and listened to his rueful sigh.

"Ah Rong," Wang Hong called, extending an arm over her waist. His kisses fell upon her face as he said, "I don't want to let go of you." His voice sounded both tender and capricious.

Chen Rong lay completely still in his arms. Her heart was filled with sweetness, for she was the first person he looked for after he fell ill, and for he so willfully said he couldn't let go of her.

He made her feel that he cared, and to her this was more than enough.

While they held each other, Chen Rong felt his forehead once more.

"Qilang, you're not feverish anymore!" Her eyes rounded in pleasure. Worrying that he might not believe her, she stressed: "It's true! Feel it yourself."

Wang Hong smiled. "I heard that if there is no fever or chills, then the worst is behind us."

Chen Rong continuously nodded and replied, "Aye, I also heard that as long as your body temperature doesn't fluctuate tonight, there will be nothing to fear. If conditions remain stable for the next three days, everything will be all right."

After a pause, she asked, "Qilang, the sun is about to set and night will be cold. Should we return?"

Wang Hong closed his eyes with a hummed reply.

Having received his answer, Chen Rong lay down beside him, felt his forehead and stared at him.

It was a lovely feeling to perceive the difference in their body temperature and their matching breathing rhythm. "It's like that night in the mountains outside Nan'yang," she told him with a laughter.

She sat up and looked at him, openly smiling: "Qilang, I had thought that there would never be another day like that."

Wang Hong opened his eyes.

He looked at her awhile, then closed his eyes and tiredly said, "Why would you even say that Ah Rong? We can clearly be together, you just don't want to. So why bother saying something like that?"

He made a pursing expression with his lips, turned away and ignored Chen Rong.

Chen Rong wrapped an arm around his waist.

He threw her arm away.

She tried again.

He threw her arm away.

She laughed and persisted in hugging him while muttering: "You're like a child when you're sick, Qilang."

Wang Hong throated a harrumph, letting her hug him after all.

She nuzzled her face against his back as she smelled the scent that belonged to him and giggled, "You just don't know how content I am with this very moment right now."

Although she confessed to be content, her voice was dipping lower and lower.

Catching her sigh, Wang Hong turned around and drew her into his arms. "Ah Rong," he whispered, stroking her hair, "life is short, why must you be like this? Why do things have to be this way?"